Set during Battle City; one-shot; sibling-fluff, dark and angsty. Malik’s soul sorta goes wandering all over the place during Battle City....He’s quickly losing hope, but his sister’s tears give him a new reason to fight.

Summary:
Set during Battle City; one-shot; sibling-fluff, dark and angsty. Malik's soul
sorta goes wandering all over the place during Battle City....He's quickly
losing hope, but his sister's tears give him a new reason to fight.

Disclaimer:
All I own is a load of screenshots and an obsession with the Ishtars. And
sadness. Can you own that? o.O'

Warning:
Rated for a whole slew of things, such as: a smattering of curses, Yami M
getting hit in the face a couple times, an attempted rape, suicidal
thoughts.....

Warning
#2: I am not terribly fond of Yami M. ....Yes, it was funny when he got
bored and went on a rampage in Noa's floating fortress thingy, and he did get
rid of Ishtar the evil child abuser, but I dun really like him. In this
fic.....he does something....very....bad. I'm giving you a fair warning.
Please, don't flame. My
self-esteem is low enough already. -_-

Note:
Go ahead and read my author-ramblings. There's some shtuff you need to
know. I'll try and make them somewhat concise......XD

Note
#2: Malik's ESP-thought-talking-thingies are italics. Except during the
scene when Malik is inside his mind. You'll see what I mean. Oh, and I added
another day onto the Battle ship arc thing. ^^

Mojobubbles:
Before I say anything else.....*fwaps Malik*

Malik:
........STOP THAAAAAT!

Kamilah:
Hehe. Welcome to 'Reasons', a fic inspired by Hoobastank's song 'The
Reason', and a scene we've nicknamed as the fwap-scene.

Mojobubbles:
Because it gives us excellent reason to fwap Malik. *fwaps him again*

Malik:
HONESTLY! IT'S NOT LIKE I WAS *TRYING* TO MAKE HER CRY!

Kamilah:
In eppie 127 or so, Isis gets to thinking about Malik and she starts
crying.......sorta.....well whatever. She was gonna cry.

Mojobubbles:
So Malik accidentally made Isis-neechan cry.

Malik:
I said I was sorry already.......V.V

Mojobubbles:
Well anyway. The fic begins with a conversation between Isis and Shizuka
[Serenity], which we sort of rewrote, and then later on is what I've named the
rape-scene, where we took an actual conversation between Isis and Yami M and
spun it off in a different.......disturbing.....direction.

Kamilah:
R & R, onegai?

Mojobubbles:
Oh yeah.....SPREAD IT ACROSS THE WEB! The
Ishtars will be returning to the storyline after the pharaoh's-memory-arc!
However.....the Yuugiou manga actually.....ended....

Shizuka
smiled too. "I think I'm the lucky one." She sobered quickly. "I'd
like to go and watch, to cheer him on.....but I can't. I have to stay with
Mai-san....."

Isis
was still smiling. "I know. I have to watch over Rishid in the same way."

Shizuka
nodded, having forgotten that Isis viewed Rishid as a brother. She supposed
Malik did as well, but she was still having trouble imagining that there was a
time when Malik had been good.....Especially after what had happened the other
day.

"Go
with your brother, Shizuka," Isis said suddenly. "I will take your place
here."

Shizuka
blinked. "But...."

"Please,"
Isis protested. "You should be with him."

Shizuka
slowly got to her feet, chewing her lip. "Th....thank you," she said at
last, bowing slightly before running out of the room.

Isis
sighed, watching her go. She sat on the small chair placed next to Mai's bed,
staring down at her hands. Shizuka was so afraid. She was afraid of what she
would find up at the tower. She should never have come to Battle City. She'd
seen so much.

But
Shizuka fought through it all, because she had her brother. She would follow
Jounouchi to the ends of the earth, and everyone knew it. Jounouchi is her
everything – her lifeline.

'He's
your brother.'

She
closed her eyes and bit her lip. Before she even realized it, she was crying. No
one ever saw her when she felt this way, but she did. She cried when she was
alone.

But
this time she wasn't alone. Because there was someone else in the room,
someone who wouldn't - couldn't watch the duel. This someone knew what would
happen to Jounouchi better than anyone else. He knew very well what his other,
darker half would do to Jounouchi. Yami Malik would break Jounochi, break them
all, like he'd broken Isis and Malik, only a few days ago......

They
had only been at Alcatraz for a few hours when it happened. The thought of the
finals had everyone on edge.....everyone except a few people.

Flashback

"You
lost your fight, and yet you can watch the others so calmly. You're always
like that," he smirked, his gaze meeting hers. Malik, standing next to his
other half in a transparent form, watched Yami Malik carefully, his eyes
narrowed. "Tell me, where is Rishid?" Yami Malik asked.

"I
don't know," Isis said coldly.

"Stop
playing dumb," Yami Malik grinned. "You know where he is."

"Even
if I did, I wouldn't tell you," Isis answered, ignoring his last statement.

"You've
given the Sennen Tauk to the pharaoh, haven't you? Now you can't see the
future, and you have nothing to protect you from my Sennen Rod." He was
grinning insanely now.

Malik's
eyes widened. "Neesan....." He turned to his other side. "Don't
you dare use it on her...."

Yami
Malik paid him no attention. "It would be easy to control your mind, and find
out where Rishid is...."

Isis
stared at him, panicked.

"Beautiful,"
Yami Malik laughed, his eyes widening. "To see you of all people scared like
this......"

Suddenly,
without warning, he threw the Sennen Rod to the side and shoved her against the
wall.

"G....get
away from her!!" Malik yelled in horror, grabbing frantically at his other
half.

"S-stop!"
she cried, trying in vain to pry his fingers off her shoulders.

"Why
are you so scared?" he asked, reaching out and stroking her cheek. "I
promise if you hold still, it won't hurt....."

Isis
and Malik both stared at him in utter horror, realizing what he intended to do.

"NO!
NOOOOO!" Malik screamed, beating Yami Malik and pulling him as hard as he
could. Because Yami Malik currently inhabited his body, he and Malik were
connected in a way. Yami Malik was the only one Malik could make physical
contact with, but it wasn't much. Malik was trying as hard as he could to get
him away from his sister, but without a physical body it wasn't working.

Malik
knew he was going to have to act fast. He turned and tore out of the room,
finding one advantage to being without a body – you could run through walls.

He
found Yuugi and his friends, congregated in Yuugi's room, and ran to Yuugi,
hoping that he would be understood.

"STOP
HIM!" Malik screamed.

Yuugi
looked around, blinking in confusion. "....Malik?" he mumbled.

"DON'T
LET HIM DO IT!"

Yuugi
looked panicked. "Who? Do what!?"

"THE
OTHER ME! DON'T LET HIM HURT HER!"

"Who?!"
Yuugi repeated.

"HE'S
GOING TO RAPE HER!!!" He was screaming and sobbing at the same time.

"He's
going to what!?" Yuugi gasped. By now everyone was staring at him,
watching Yuugi speak with someone they couldn't see.

"Has
Yuugi gone nuts or something?" Jounouchi mumbled. But then they heard the
screams.

Yuugi
went pale. "T.....that was Isis-san....."

They
all leaped to their feet and ran out of the room, and Malik turned and ran
through the wall, grateful for the fact that he could run as fast as he pleased
without a physical body.

Suddenly,
he turned and saw the pharaoh running beside him, without a physical body as
well. Malik faltered for a moment, staring in surprise, slowing nearly to a
stop.

"There's
no time!" Yami Yuugi cried, grabbing Malik by the wrist and yanking him along.
Finally, the two of them reached Isis' room, ahead of the others.

"STOPPIT!!!"
Malik screamed, grabbing Yami Malik once again and trying to pull him off of
Isis.

Yami
Malik ignored him, his hands traveling across her bare shoulders, tugging at her
dress.

"GET
THE HELL OFF HER!!" Malik screamed, attacking his other half once
again.

"Stop
this madness!" Yami Yuugi shouted, but before he could do anything, the door
flew open, and the others poured in.

"OI,
GET OFF!!!!" Jounouchi yelled, running forward and wrenching Yami Malik off of
Isis. Honda and Otogi darted forward, the three of them restraining Yami Malik.

Yami
Malik was laughing at the top of his lungs, and he was still laughing when
Jounouchi punched him the jaw, sending him straight into unconsciousness.

Malik
sighed, his knees weak with relief, and collapsed to the floor.

"Sick
freak," Jounouchi mumbled in disgust, his voice shaking slightly. "Trying to
do.....that....to his own sister......"

"No...."
Yuugi said softly. "You're forgetting that's not the real Malik....." He
stared straight at the real Malik, not really seeing him, but knowing he was
there. Malik stared back, silent
thanks in his eyes.

Isis
fell to the floor, shaking all over. Anzu pushed through the others and walked
over, crouching next to her. She hesitantly put a hand on the other woman's
shoulder. "Hey, it's ok...."

Isis
said nothing, only buried her head in her arms, biting back a sob. She wished
they would all go away....

Yami
Malik shoved Malik off of him, grabbing his shoulders and pinning him to the
floor. "You're too angry, 'aibou'. Why don't you just calm down?" He
reached out and placed his hands around Malik's neck, his grip painfully
tight.

"GET
OFF ME!" Malik snarled, kicking him off. He scrambled to his feet, determined
not to let Yami Malik get the upper hand again. He wouldn't let his anger get
the best of him.

Yami
Malik got up as well and locked his gaze on Malik, his humor gone. "Now
you're forgetting who's in charge here. What is it going to take to remind
you? Do I need to carry out my threat?"

Malik's
eyes widened.

"It
really would be exceedingly simple, you know, to finish of Rishid," Yami Malik
continued, nonchalant. Malik clenched his hands into fists again. He knew what
his other wanted. He wanted Malik to get angry.

Which
was a mistake.

"You....you're
despicable."

"Thank
you!"

Finally,
Malik snapped. He couldn't stand it any longer, couldn't stand the thought
that he was weaker than this....monster.

"SHUT
UP!!!" he screamed, running forward and sending his fist straight into Yami
Malik's jaw. He stumbled backward, unconscious before he even hit the ground.

Malik
stood there for a moment, eyes wide, comprehending what had just happened.
Was......that it? Was he free?

He
stared down the corridor that made up his soul room. At the end was a door – a
door that led back to his physical body and out of his madness.

Malik
walked slowly to the door, heart pounding, then picked up the pace, breaking
into a run.

He
reached for the handle on the door, his fingers brushing metal, when suddenly
what felt like an electric jolt coursed through his body, sending him flying
backwards.

He
couldn't get out....He could just hear Yami Malik cackling at his ear, even
though his other was still out cold.

He
couldn't get out....he was trapped.....

Malik
collapsed to his knees, striking the ground hard with his fists. Bitter tears
slid down his cheeks. "Dammit....Oh God, I want out of here so
bad....please....I want to tell her.....I want to tell her goodbye, tell her
I'm sorry....

"Tell
her I love her......"

That
night, he didn't leave Isis' side for a moment, even though she couldn't
see him.

The
others were all clearly shaken up. Jounouchi told Shizuka and Anzu to lock the
door to Mai's room, and Yuugi told Isis to let them know if she needed
anything.

Malik
had been watching, and he'd smiled wryly – Yuugi was making good use of his
euphemisms. 'Call if anyone tries to rape you again' – that's what he
was really saying.

But
Malik did appreciate their offers, and he could tell Isis did as well, as
exhausted as she was.

It
was late at night, and everyone had retired to their own rooms for the night.
Malik had been standing in the corner, his physical body still out cold,
watching Isis, never wanting to let her out of sight again. She was pacing,
exhausted but unable to sleep. And Malik could understand why......she was
scared.

Suddenly,
something creaked and footsteps could be heard throughout the blimp. Isis
jumped, staring through the darkness.

Malik
sighed. She was so scared....

She
slowly walked over to the bed, sitting on the floor and leaning against the bed.
Finally, all the fear and pain she'd been feeling crashed in on her, and she
buried her head in her arms, shaking. He sighed, walking over to her and sitting
next to her, his heart aching. Just for once......just one time, he'd like to
be able to physically be there, next to her, to protect her.....Soon, she was
asleep, and he lifted a blanket from the bed and wrapped it around her
shoulders. He swallowed back sudden tears.

"Is
she alright?"

Malik
didn't even turn. "How long have you been here?" he
demanded. The other didn't reply, but sunk into a chair across from Malik and
Isis. This man was the only other one besides Yami Malik who could see or hear
Malik in his current state, even though Malik was becoming weaker every day. How
the man could see him, Malik didn't know, but with him one could never
really be certain.....

"You
are troubled, my friend."

Malik
clenched his hands into fists. "Gee, do you think?! Did you figure that one
out on your own, or did you sense some mystical unbalance again!?" Malik
stared at the floor. "And I'm not your friend," he added as an
afterthought.

The
other said nothing. Malik squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn't deal with the
enigmatic Egyptian and his comments, not tonight. "Please.......just get
out of here. Leave me alone." He chewed his lip. He was not going to
cry.....not in front of Shadi....

He
knew that the man was only trying to watch out for them, but Malik found he
couldn't trust him. Malik still blamed Shadi, in a way, for what had happened
to them, even though he knew deep down it was all his fault. He'd read
somewhere that it was a sign of low self-esteem to blame others for one's own
shortcomings.....

"It's
all my fault....If it weren't for me....."

Shadi
looked at him, his expression grim.

"He
violated her....." Malik continued. "If Yuugi and Jounouchi and the
others hadn't shown up in time, he would've....he would've....." He
couldn't say it. "And Rishid!" he added. "M...my brother....my
brother's at death's door, all because.....because I wanted these two stupid
pieces of cardboard!" He bit back a sob.

"It
would be better.....it would be so much better if I was dead," he said
softly. "I wouldn't be around to hurt anyone.....to screw anything
up....I'm not worth anything.

"But
I can't die, can I?!" he said bitterly, striking the floor with his
fist. "I want out of here.....but I can't.....There's no way......"

"Don't
talk like that," Shadi said finally, his tone firm but gentle. "What you are
thinking is not the answer. It never is." Shadi got up and crossed the room,
crouching in front of Malik.

"Suicide
is for the weak," Shadi stated bluntly. "And you, Malik Ishtar, are not
weak. You will rise above this. I know you will." He looked over at Isis.
"Your sister did."

Shadi
nodded grimly. Malik shook his head fiercely. "You're making it up!"

Shadi
stared straight into Malik's soul. "I could show you."

Malik
stared back at Shadi for a moment, until the room grew blurry with unshed tears,
and Malik turned away, shaking his head. Shadi got up, turning around, ready to
leave, a portal opening in the floor.

Malik
knew he'd made a lot of mistakes in his lifetime, but when he saw his sister
cry, that was when it hit him. That was when he realized how many people he'd
hurt, the things he'd done. He stepped out of the shadows.

"Neesan......"
he whispered. She didn't acknowledge him.

"Neesan,
please," he tried again, his voice pleading. He sighed and walked over to
where she was, sitting on the edge of Mai's bed, so close their knees were
about touching. He reached out and placed his hands on hers.

She
suddenly looked up, shocked out of her crying, staring straight at him.

"M...Malik?"
she whispered, her voice hopeful.

He
smiled. She couldn't see him, hear him, or feel him, but she knew he was
there.

He
cursed the fact that his physical body was currently up at the top of a dueling
tower, destroying more lives......All he wanted, right at that very moment, was
to be able to take her in his arms and tell her goodbye. And tell her he was
sorry, sorry for never listening and pretending he didn't care.

But
he did care. He'd always cared. And now that he looked back on it, he
wished he'd listened. He wished he could go back and rewrite history.

He
wished he'd never been born as Malik Ishtar.

There
were a lot of things he wished he could change. He wished he could overpower his
darker half once and for all. But the fear and pain planted in his heart was
there to stay. He remembered, once, long ago, when he'd been so afraid, nearly
scared to death....

Flashback

Isis
had been a few months from her fifteenth birthday at the time, and Malik had
been nine. It was December 22nd, the day before Malik's tenth
birthday.

He
wasn't sure exactly when the ritual would begin the next day, but the was sure
he wouldn't survive it.

He
hadn't said a word to anyone all day, but knowing that Isis and Rishid were
just as worried as he was a slight comfort. Malik found that when something is
coming, something that you dread very much, the minutes fly by. Before he knew
it, it was nearly ten at night.

Malik
had fled into one of the rooms with a door and not simply a doorway. He shut the
door, wishing he could lock it, and retreated into a corner, finding himself
swallowed by the darkness. He'd been sitting there like that, shaking,
waiting, and praying for a miracle for a few hours, when the door opened a
crack. A silent figure entered the room, shutting the door behind them.

Malik
pressed himself further into the corner, not thinking straight in his fear.

It
was the servants....he was sure of it....they'd come to take him, to take him
into his father's room, never to come out again.

He
clung to the hope that they wouldn't find him. He wished the darkness would
swallow him whole. But it didn't, and Malik realized there was no escaping the
ritual. He was going to die.

All
the fear he'd been keeping locked inside him rushed out, and he sobbed,
burying his head in his hands and trying to muffle the sound.

He
heard the footsteps coming closer, and heard the person crouch next to him. He
waited for someone to yank him to his feet, but no one did.

He
felt someone stroking his hair.

"N......nee.....san?"
He squinted through the darkness, and, sure enough, he could see his big
sister's clear blue eyes peering back at him.

"Neesan!"
he sobbed, throwing his arms around her waist, hugging her tight. "Make it
stop....." He buried his head in her chest. Isis drew him into her arms,
smiling slightly as she remembered all the times he'd insisted he was 'too
big' to be hugged.

"What
time is it?" he murmured, having lost track of the hours while sitting in the
darkness.

"After
midnight," she replied softly. He whimpered and hugged her tighter. Isis bit
her lip. "They're waiting until the morning," she lied. She honestly had
no idea when the ritual would begin.

"Neesan,"
Malik whimpered. "I don't want to die."

"Y-you're
not going to die," she said softly. "Rishid and I will be right there when
it's over." Suddenly, the two of them heard footsteps echo in the hallway
outside.

Malik
started shaking uncontrollably, his breathing shallow.

"It's
alright, it's alright," Isis whispered over and over, running her fingers
through his hair.

Finally,
the footsteps walked away, and Malik slumped against Isis, utterly exhausted.
She bit her lip, reaching around and picking up a blanket she'd brought with
her. She wrapped it around Malik, and he laid his head against her shoulder.

He
fell asleep, and she held him close, trying to ignore the fear in the back of
her head, the fear that this would be the last night she'd see her little
brother. If the pain didn't kill him......the fear might.

It
was a few hours later when the door opened again. Isis held Malik a little
closer, recognizing the silhouette as that of her father.

"Please,"
she whispered frantically. "Not yet. Not now....."

There
was a terrible silence. But a moment later, he grunted, turning and leaving the
room again, and Isis realized she'd been holding her breath.

She'd
gone to their father a few days ago, asking him if she could stay with Malik
during the ritual.......He'd refused, of course, saying it was against the
rules. So Isis had stood there, feeling defeated, helpless. She knew Rishid was
feeling the same way, but she also knew he had an idea, and she was almost
scared to find out what it was. Rishid had asked her if she was scared of the
sight of blood......When she'd told him no, he'd nodded solemnly and turned
away, a grim resolute look on his face.

Pondering
everything and praying she would still have both of her brothers when this was
all over, Isis dropped off to sleep.

She
woke to Malik's screams. "NOOOO! I DON'T WANT TO!!" Her eyes snapped
open, and she saw a few of the servants yanking Malik out of her arms and out of
the room.

"No!"
she cried, leaping to her feet, but they pushed her back. For a moment, her
fingers brushed Malik's.....but they dragged him out of the room and slammed
the door behind him.

Isis
could hear him screaming for help.

She
dropped to her knees and prayed.

End
flashback

"I
remember that," she said softly. "You were so afraid....." She froze,
realizing what she was saying.

She
smiled back, shaking her head in disbelief. "Malik.....where have you been?"

"Everywhere."

"....H-have
you been lonely?"

"Um....not
really." He scratched his cheek. "You wouldn't believe how many
lost souls there are wandering around this place....."

"Who
have you seen?" she asked, feeling not at all as though she were talking to
air. It felt exactly like he was there, sitting in front of her, as tangible and
real as the objects around her.

There
was a pause. "Noa Kaiba......some older man who I think might possibly be
Kaiba and Mokuba's stepfather..... and Bakura.....he's a really nice person.
We've passed a lot of time talking together, he and I. There's this little
girl, too, and she looks an awful lot like Bakura, so I think she's.....But
anyway.

"You
know who I saw the other day? I saw Chichiue."

She
stared in shock. "....He's here?"

"Yes....When
I saw him, standing there, watching me, with this disapproving look on his
face....I was scared. I thought it meant I was dead. I think he was a bit
ashamed, though, that his own son was afraid of his soul. You know what, Neesan?
He actually apologized."

"To
you?"

"T-to
all of us. And now....now that I think about it, I've come to realize it's
not his fault, what happened. If he hadn't been born an Ishtar....he
would've turned out the way he did. Sure, I don' t think Chichiue was a very
nice person to begin with, but.....I don't think anyone deserved to suffer the
fate he did. He never even saw the light....."

"He
was just sitting there, staring.....in a trance, sort of. He didn't even know
I was there. I was doing everything I could but he didn't look at me....."
Malik took a deep breath and steadied his shaking hands. "A few times,
he'd say something to himself.....Neesan, he blames himself for what's
happened. I said.....I was saying he had to snap out of it, snap out of it and
wake up....I told him you need him more than I do. I told him you can't lose
both of us-"

He
stopped abruptly.

Isis
looked solemn. "Malik....what do you mean, 'both of us'?"

He
didn't reply. "N....nothing," he said finally. "It just sort
of slipped out."

"Malik...."
Isis smiled slightly. "I can't even see you and I know you're
lying."

"Every
day....." He swallowed. "Every day, it's harder.....It almost hurts
to be far away from yami no boku, because I'm connected to him, as much as I
hate it....." He smiled wryly. "He's sucking my life out of me. And
there's nothing I can do about it."

Malik
bit his lip. "You saw what happened the other day. You saw how I couldn't
stop him. If Yuugi and Jounouchi and the others hadn't come, I don't
know.....I don't want to know...."

"Oh,
Malik," she sighed softly. "I knew you were there. I knew you were
trying."

"B....but
I couldn't protect you....." He looked at her confusedly. "Why
don't you hate me?"

"Malik...."
She was crying again. "I could never hate you. Never."

Malik
bit his trembling lip. "I-it just seems that wherever I look, people are
hating each other. For everything. Everyone's crying, and everyone's alone.
There are children who see things no one should ever have to see, let alone
children. I know......Neesan....I've come to realize....in this world....what do
we live for? No one seems to care anymore. Neesan, I don't get it anymore.
Why? Why is it like this? Did God really intend for it to be this way? Why does
it seem like some people have everything, yet He's neglecting others?
Neesan....when it gets like this, we have nothing to live for."

She
was silent for a moment. "Malik....." Suddenly, it hit her that her baby
brother was sixteen years old. He was growing up, and he was alone. "You're
wrong. There is something to live for. There always is. Something deep inside
all of us."

"What's
that?" His voice was barely above a whisper.

"Hope."
She smiled, wiping away tears. "I realize now....I realize why no one should
carry the burden of foresight. The visions I saw in the Tauk.....they may or may
not happen. I honestly don't know. But there's hope. Hope that the future
will not be what it seems to be. Hope that things will change. Without
hope.....You'd be right, Malik. There would be nothing to live for.

"Malik,
you're not getting weaker. You're losing hope."

Malik
stared at his hands, feeling lost and uncertain. "...so....what do I hope
for, then?"

"That
you will reach the light at the end of the darkness."

"A-alright."
He bit back a sob. "I'll hope, then. Someday.....someday, I'll reach
the light. I'll come back, to you and Rishid." He looked up, suddenly
urgent. "You both will wait for me, won't you?"

"Of
course we will," she said softly, ignoring the tears. "Of course."

They
sat in silence for a moment, realizing that their visit was coming to an end.

But
without warning, Malik was gone, and the loneliness washed over her again. For a
moment she forgot about Jounouchi, and the duel, and all she wanted was for her
brothers to come back.

She
suddenly found herself with her head in her hands, sobbing softly, Malik's
words still echoing in her head.

"I
hope you recover what you've lost, Malik."

Suddenly,
she heard people yelling and shouting, panicked, upset. Her heart was in her
throat.

She
could barely pick out Mokuba Kaiba yelling, "Doctor! Get a doctor!" Other
voices joined his, and Isis realized Jounouchi's was not one of them. Heavy
footsteps ran past the door. She got up and leaned against the door, listening.
She thought she could faintly hear Yami Malik's deep cackle.

And
then, above all the noise was Shizuka's panicked sobs – "Oniichan!
ONIICHAN!"

**************

Mojobubbles:
Yup. So. Jounouchi lost. ....*stares oddly at Sean the Sheep, who has been
bouncing around my desktop for the last few hours* ....*picks him up and throws
him*

Sean:
*lands on taskbar* x_x

Mojobubbles:
^_^ *picks up Sean again and throws him higher*

Sean:
*bounces on taskbar*

Kamilah:
Are you done now? ¬_¬

Mojobubbles:
^.^ Soooooo, how'd you all like the fic? I personally think my one-shots have
been getting better and better, but maybe that's just me. Parts of it were
kind of odd, but.....I was writing from the heart....*sighs and looks all
forlorn*

Kamilah:
*patpat* But we're doing ok now.

Mojobubbles:
Yup, more or less. I'm still a little confused, but I do know I don't ever
want to feel the way I've felt these last few weeks....Oh, in the future, be
on the lookout for more fics. I actually have a couple ideas for some
multi-chapters, but I'm a bit hesitant with those......Multi-chapters and I
don't get along. But hey, who knows? Maybe someday I'll even revamp Wild
Drive, or finish HPH, or repost CN......

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